Overlord Shalltear Death Novels & Stories

I yelled back- the path to return to my calm and composed state no longer available. I was beyond livid by now and I was not at all sorry for what I did next. I stabbed the tormenting devil’s thigh with my silver dagger ! However, this act of revolt unfortunately backfired as the Dark Overlord simply glared back at me and effortlessly removed the powerful weapon as if it was nothing but a soft feather tickling him. Pulling out my dagger from his speedily healing flesh, he flashed his evil side smile that he used before turning a fully functioning, living body into a corpse.

He could only defeat Debbie if he destroyed the statue. The historical halberd attacked the Dark Underlord with an unstoppable force. The Dark Underlord cried eerily like a baby. Its Death Scythe was not inferior to the historical halberd, so it faced the attack with its weapon. A loud explosion echoed through the sky. Wilbur flew back for hundreds of meters, but he soon sprinted towards the Dark Underlord once more and slashed down hard with the historical halberd again. The Dark Underlord emitted a huge amount of dark mists. It started to swallow him up.

I turned to Shantelle who had no reaction and was just looking at me while smiling. I turned to see a remaining vampire. Looked at me with fear. The wind got stronger causing my hair to fly which made his eyes widen even more. "A Peratia," he said. He screamed when Shantelle shot him in the leg and Adrian finished the man while I was frowning because I couldn't understand what Dervy said. Shantelle came to me. "Oh my gosh! You managed to kill a Dervg! Congratulations!” Shantelle greeted me happily.

He lunged for Willow, who sidestepped him easily, slamming his foot into his stomach. “Fifth orb: Death!” The orb turned into a scythe and the Original grabbed it, swinging wildly at him. Willow kept out of each, dodging and weaving, before moving in, grabbing his arm, breaking it, and slamming him into the floor. He grabbed the scythe and it turned blood red. “I... impossible! You should have died from touching that orb!” he yelled hysterically. “oh, that’s what that feeling was.” Willow shrugged, eyes burning with hate. “I overpowered it.” He said simply and swung downward, aiming for the head. The Unnamed blocked with a Chaos shard, causing him to bounce back. “The Unnamed has underestima

“He works for Cumberbatch and she knows all the Overlords. That’s why the fucker is silent.” The pale-skinned vampire with a skull-like face snorted at Lykoan. “I’m afraid of no one.” He spat on the floor and enunciated, “I’m the motherfucker that plays over other motherfuckers, you motherfucker. You don’t get shit out of me!” "Enough." My deep, irritated voice echoed through the room followed by two loud cracks from T-Rex’s gun. The vampire’s head snapped backwards as blood sprayed across the floor before his body slumped forward, letting gravity complete his journey to the ground. Likewise, Synmour's death followed. Ray-Hart severed their heads from their bodies to ensure they stayed dead.

The blade did not stop—it sheared through his golden plate and took the Supreme Commander’s head in one clean, devastating stroke. His massive body toppled backward over the broken railing, plunging fifty feet down to the courtyard below, his head rolling to rest among the capital’s stunned riders. At the sight of their sacred warlord struck down by the North’s Supreme Alpha, the rest of the Council legions let out a single, unified cry of terror. They dropped their weapons and knelt in the slush, bowing in total military submission. The war was over.

What the fuck— Before I could even process the horror in front of me, the door to my quarters burst open violently. Elder Marcus, Elder Valeria, and four armed guards stormed in. Their eyes widened at the gruesome scene — me, shirtless, covered in fresh blood, standing over Elder Thorne’s corpse with my sword protruding from his chest. “Alpha Matteo!” Elder Marcus’s voice rang out, cold and accusatory. “You killed Elder Thorne. This is treason.” Marcus gestured to the bloody blade, his voice rising just enough to ensure the guards took note of every word. “We all knew you were furious that we opposed your decision to banish Selene… but murder? Have you lost your mind?”

she sneered. Icran sighed, "I'm restating my offer, Rhaenyx. Join me, kill the Princess and the Prince, then stay as my Queen. I've already shown you I can force you and we both know you hated it." Rhae chuckled, "What about Dynamere?" "Dynamere is dead, her neck snapped. Something very strong killed her. She had shards of her sword in her chest and she was thrown into a wall that crumbled around her." Icran rubbed his temples.

Now, I understood that love was sharper than any blade, and this cliff would bear silent witness to both the beginning and the end. … As our vacation on Cinnabar Island came to an end, I treated myself to a grand feast. I ordered a lavish spread and uncorked a fine bottle of imported wine—not for the Lowes, but for myself. It was my way of saying goodbye to the life I was leaving behind. Little did I know that bottle would become the catalyst for Olivia's death. It was a gray, overcast day. Yvette looked distant and listless at the table. She drained glass after glass of wine, her eyes growing hazy.

A loud gasp escaped my mother’s lips, “Daniel, he didn’t mean it he’s clearly intoxicated!” Silence fell around us as the conversation had drawn an audience. My father came from a long line of Betas and had already earned his title in the usual way by defeating his father in combat. Not to mention he had stood by Alpha Atticus (Austin’s father) through countless pack wars through the years. The last one that claimed Alpha Atticus’ life left my father with a blown-out shoulder and an ankle that did not heal properly giving him a slight limp. He gave his all for his Alpha and I know he would until my brother came of age for the title.